the roof; saturday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Despite the cool weather, Flick found himself not wanting to be inside. He'd tried going down to the gym but had no motivation to hit anything so he'd come back to his room, slid himself into a jacket and was now up on the roof, sitting on the ledge.

His feet dangled over the side and he had his eyes closed. The wind stung his cheeks a bit and he pulled his collar up and tucked his hands into his pockets. It was quiet and calm this Saturday. Peace before a storm? Probably. Flick had learned not to really expect long patches of serenity these days. Between his own life an this island, that very rarely happened.

But, enough of the melancholy. Flick opened his eyes and pulled out a bag of jellybeans he'd picked up at some point. Was he going to eat them? Nope. He was going to toss them down six floors and see what kinds of fun that could cause.

Have a good trip, red jellybean!

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